You are the king
of cold empty nothing
Cold, you will lay
as your peasants, mortal clay
Build your towers high
to God, reaching, only empty sky
They will crumble down
Time shall all things claim
Armies will rise as the ants streaming forth from the earth
Black seething mass will consume with our infinite mouth
Armies will rise as the seeds sown by cruelty shall bloom
Black seething mass with consume and destroy and return to the dirt
Gaze into your tomb
living flesh in death's repose decays
Loose your grasp on power
lest deaths' cold touch wrest it away
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